Page 12 of The Sins Of The Biker

“I know, Harley. You know what fathers are like.”

“Yeah, well… that’s why I’m calling you.”

“What’s up?”

“I have got to go on a run for a few days.”

“How long is a few days?”

“Maybe five. I’ll call you from the road.”

“Where are you going?”

“New York.”

“What’s in New York?”

“Babe, you know I can’t talk about club business with you.”

She sighs. “I know. I just worry that’s all.”

I shut my door and continue, “I know, baby. You just have to trust me.”

“I do. But I am worried you’ll get hurt.”

“I won’t. You know I look after myself.”

“Yeah, I do, but please be careful and call me when you get there.”

Smiling, I sit on my bed. “And what are you going to be doing while I’m away?”

“Promise me you won’t laugh.”

Smiling, I reply, “Why, what is it?”

“Just promise, Harley.”

Running a hand down my thigh, I say, “Okay, okay, what is it?”

“I’m going to a book signing.”

“What’s wrong with that? I know you love reading, and meeting some of those authors you idolize will be good.”

“Yeah, my thoughts exactly.”

“So what is it, then? Why would you think I’d laugh about that?”

“Because it’s a book signing called Motorcycles, Mobsters, and Mayhem.”

Confused, I ask, “Yeah, and?”

“And… it’s authors who write about motorcycle clubs, you dummy.”

“Oh… and I’m guessing, mobsters and mayhem?”

“Uh-huh…”

“So, you like reading about motorcycle clubs, do you?”

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